Lyrics:
the company of rich
I'll take, loyalty over royalty
Who do you trust?
Tell me who do you trust?
I see 'em coming at us
But when the molotov drops
Tell
spare like a book on a shelf rustin'
Ah, not trying to fight it
You really don't care if they're coming oh, oh
I know that it's all a state of mind,
I'm high now
Life's a bitch, pull them panties to the side now, now
When I was 27, I grew accustomed to more fear
Accumulated 10 times over
in Atlanta, Georgia
And you don't think I got nothing for ya?
You must be crazy
I'm out here trying to feed my baby
Lil Bre, can't you see? Shit
of place)
Fucked her in the Wraith, so you can say I fucked her outer space (we outer space)
By the way, I just seen my PO, so I'm gettin' high today (I'm
in Atlanta, Georgia
And you don't think I got nothing for ya?
You must be crazy
I'm out here trying to feed my baby
Lil Bre, can't you see? Shit
I got nothing to lose, I'm going all out
The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules
Uptight, when you stepping into the night, right
Pigs
askin' you, go on out and do it tonight
Come on Mr. Night, now I'm in the driver's seat
Till we reach our destiny, go on out and do it tonight
Your Mona
of marijuana
Cocaine coming out my pores in the sauna
I'm serious man I'm so sincere
This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffery's career
Make money,
Tonight I'm gonna break away
Just you wait and see
I'll never be imprisoned by
A faded memory
Just when I think I'm over her
This broken heart
Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
Savory and sweet pies
As you'll see
You who eat pies
Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
Conjure up the treat pies
Used to be!
Over
feels like summer's really over, ah, ah
'Cause when it starts, I'm overwhelmed
No, I can't explain
And then the walls begin to melt
As it bursts
Schemin', connivin', plottin' niggas tricky
I keep a hundiddy when I'm slidin' in a Bentley
Judging by my wrist, Mr. Bigs, it's contagious
Mr
push it like a Phantom, yeah, yeah
Grits and glamor
Lil' bit hood, lil' country
That's just why she love me
Keep them commas coming, yeah
(Let's
ride
Through a lasso over your hips, rustle your mean thighs
You bow-legged too? I'm a hit it from all sides
Uh huh, we brought the bar, you bought
the K
Dippin', hittin' switches bouncin' over ditches
Callicodes, collapse niggas, perhaps niggas
Trap or dap and clap niggas, I'm young gottstra
life
I'm too Latin for hip hop
And too hip hop for Latins
Till y'all figure it out I'ma keep rappin'
But that's okay (okay)
'Cause I'ma be
morning all the birds sing
I'm not complicating anything
I'll have another and then I'll go to bed
And dream of you
Cause it's almost over
Yeah it's
Wicked wicked wicked (dobusque ma)
Yo man say that I'm a cutie
Yo man wanna grab ma booty
Wicked wicked wicked
Touch all over my body
because it's coming straight out of Brooklyn
It sounds so out of sight I got the blind people lookin'
It's Mr. Man the act, boy what? You get stolen
I
to the end.
'Cause I'm gonna keep on coming till you give in.
Well I tell you baby, gotta change your mind
Well I'm talking baby, till I'm almost blind
Uhh, Straight off the back
I come straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq
And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle
spill it all over the place
(Hold up, watch my shoes, I'm gettin' plenty money, how 'bout you?)
Baby, we throw so much bread to the point I'm exhausted
something I'm not
Please don't throw away what we've got
'Cause we've been together for way too long
I was playing around but I'm coming home
You know
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